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MRS.  CHARLES  E.  BENTHAM,  Honorary  Chairman 

Costume  Committee 

MRS.  J.  S.  AKERMAN,  MRS.  L.  L.  BRENTNER,  MRS.  C.  W.  Fox, 
MRS.  H.  P.  NEWMAN,  MRS.  T.  H.  SILSBEE,  MRS.  E.  H.  WILLIAMS,  MRS.  J.  D.  WOOD 

Music  under  direction  of  MR.  CHESLEY  MILLS 

Miss  MARIAN  LYNNE,  Director 

Miss  ALICE  ANDREWS  and  MRS.  BERTRAM  E.  BOWLER,  Directors  of  Dances 
FACULTY  OF  SCHOOL,  Ways  and  Means  Committee 


Student 
Inspiration 
Chorus 
Persephone 


Her  Companions 


Daffodils 

Pan    - 

Satyrs 


IN  ORDER   OF  APPEARANCE 

PART  ONE 

DOROTHY  CLOWES 

HELEN  WILLIAMS 
CONSTANCE  VOGT 
KATHARINE  OVVERS 
KATHARINE  SPALDING 
KATHARINE  LLOYD 
ELIZABETH  GRIFFISS 
DOROTHY  GRAHAM 
ENID  OVVERS 

CECILIA  LEMON,  DOROTHY  LEMON,  PAULINE  MOORE,  EDITH  MORAN, 
KATHLEEN  SHANNON 

TEYNHAM  WOODWARD 

AUGUSTUS  MACK,  ERIC  PEPYS,  EDWARD  POST,  SHERBORN  SHOURDS, 
RICHARD  WILLIAMS 


Goddesses 


Cupid  (Eros) 
Pomona  - 
San  Diego 
Sunbeams, 


Demeter  (Ceres)       -  MARY  WIGHT 

LOUISE  FLEMING 
LUCY  .CLARK 
MILDRED  SALMONS 
-     AMELIA  WILLIAMS 
MARIE  SILSBEE 
PITTS  MACK 
JEAN  MILLER 
MARGARET  KEW 

COBLES,  FLORA  FORWARD,  VIRGINIA 
r/  H*ELEft  "Povr;  !Ru*Tft  RAMSDELL 

Shadows  -     RUTH  CAMPBELL,  PATTIE  FERRIS,  MARGARET  WILLIAMS,  CAROLYN 
WOOD,  DOROTHEA  SEAVER,  Lois  SEAVER 


THE  CXXLLEGE  CLTJB, 

40  COMMONWEALTH  AVENUE, 
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PART  TWO 

The  Periods  of  the  History  of  San  Diego 
Mexican  Dance     -  LOUISE  KENDALL 

Spanish  Dance  DOROTHY  KENDALL 

Toreador     -      .  -        CATHERINE  LITTLE 

Father  Junipero  Serra  ELSIE  DUNN 

Father  Salviaderra  -        MARTHA  WINGATE 

Ramona  THELMA  HYDE 

Indian  Convert      -  -  CECIL  CULLEN 

GARDEN  SCENE 

Dryads  -  ALICE  BARTLETT,  MARJORIE  FERRIS,  GERTRUDE  MYERS,  HELEN  SPARE 

Breezes    -     NATALIA  BLAIR,  KATHERINE  Fox,  BETTY  GADDES,  MARY  HOEDE- 
MAKER,  MARY  OSBORN,  KATHERINE  WILLIAMS 

Poppies         ELIZABETH  AKERMAN,  FLORENCE  ANTHONY,  CONSTANCE  DANEY, 
ELLA  NORINE  O'NEALL,  KATHLEEN  WOODARD,  AMY  KLAUBER 

Cactus  LEWIS  AKERMAN 

Road  Runner                                                                  .  -   JACK  HAWLEY 

Butterfly  ANNETTE  MASTEN 

Quail  CECIL  BOLTON 
House  Finches                                               ELIZABETH  ALLEN,  VORA  SUMPTION 

The  Atlantic  Ocean  HILDA  KRAEMER 

The  Pacific  Ocean       -  ELAINE  SWEET 

The  Sun      -  ELIZABETH  GRIFFISS 

The  Locks  of  the  Panama  Canal                  .  THE  PROCESSION 

The  Spirit  of  the  Exposition  VERB  DOVE 

Alumnae  ALICE  WANGENHEIM 
Dance  of  Juniors  and  Seniors 

Epilogue  Miss  MARIAN  LYNNE 

Costumes  executed  by  San  Diego  Costume  Co. 


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Well-known  the  old  myth,  sad  and  sweet, 

The  story  of  the  grain, 
How  Ceres,  grieving  at  the  feet 
Of  goddesses,  came  to  entreat 

Her  lost  child  back  again. 

One  after  one,  they  turned  away, 

Nor  would  to  Ceres  hark; 
Persephone,  until  the  day 
Of  summer,  might  not  steal  away 

From  Pluto's  winter  dark. 

And  in  the  tale  are  truths  of  spring 

And  of  the  mother  heart, 
Of  human  destinies  that  bring 
Unto  each  song  of  hope  we  sing 

Its  deeper,  better  part. 

But  here  today  an  ending  new 

We  give  this  story  old, 
Brighter  and  gladder  and  still  true, 
For  here  the  skies  year-round  are  blue, 

And  gray  is  turned  to  gold. 

Pomona,  queen  of  fruitful  trees, 

May  save  Persephone, 
For  orchards,  fragrant  in  the  breeze, 
Bloom  here  year-round  beside  the  seas, 

Nor  Pluto  fear  to  see. 

Here  San;  Diego,  summer's  maid, 

Hath  Ceres'  child  released, 
While  mission  bells  are  chiming,  played, 
And  ships  have  in  the  harbor  weighed 
Their  anchors  from  the  east. 

Against  the  mountains  rises,  white, 

A  city,  dome  and  spire, 
Accomplished  in  a  magic  night, 
Lit  with  the  future's  westward  light, 

A  land  of  heart's  desire. 


Student 


//  student  enters  from  the  schoolroom,  with  a  book  in  hand.    She    muses.    Inspiration 
in  the  doorway  and  stands  behind  her  unseen,  but  enfolding  her. 

Just  now  we  rea(*  °f  sweet  Persephone, 

And  then  I  came  to  dream  here,  by  the  sea, 

All  the  old  story  over;  of  the  grief 

Of  that  fair  goddess  of  the  harvest-sheaf; 

Mother  Demeter,  kindest  friend  to  man. 

And  now  I  see  the  meaning  and  the  plan 

Of  that  old  tale;  a  whisper  says  to  me 

That  winter  cold,  and  night-time  shadowy, 

The  fading  leaf,  and,  after  harvest,  frost, 

And  human  grief,  and  all  hopes  that  are  lost, 

Were  in  this  fashion  told  in  classic  metre, 

The  story  old—  and  new  —  of  sad  Demeter. 

Had  that  been  here,  the  myth  had  not  been  sad, 

For  here  is  always  summer,  bright  and  glad, 

And  now  once  more,  the  myth  seems  taking  place. 

I  see  each  classic  form  and  each  fair  face. 

Again  it  comes  to  pass;  the  ages  fade, 

I  see  Persephone,  that  long-lost  maid. 


Chorus:  With  her  maidens  careless  playing, 

Fair  Persephone 

Near  to  Pluto's  realm  is  straying, 
By  a  hidden  sea. 

Thetis:  Persis,  come,  catch  this  ball! 

Persis:  Thetis,  now,  you! 

Helen:  Oh!  You  have  let  it  fall!   Play  the  game  through! 

Vera:  Too  merry  laughter  hinders  our  play. 

Alethea:  Follow!    Run  after!    Hasten  this  way! 

Persephone:   Come  to  the  flowers,  maidens!  Golden  they  shine! 
Here  are  the  hours  laden  with  joy  divine! 
Little  bright  suns  of  daffodils, 
Shine  all  at  once  on  fields  and  hills! 


Inspiration,  leaning  over 
her  touches  her,  she  rises, 
rapt  and  radiant. 

The  Pageant  begins  to 
form  in  the  distance.  The 
chorus  enters  and  sings. 
Persephone  and  her  com- 
panions enter  slowly. 

Persephone  and  her  com- 
panions play  ball.  Their 
merry  laughter  is  heard  at 
intervals. 


Helen: 

Vera: 

Persephone: 


Flowers: 
Chorus: 


Dearest  Persephone,  leave  us  not,  pray. 

We  must  keep  watch  of  you  all  through  the  day. 

Though  I've  been  bidden  not  far  to  stray 
I'll  not  be  chidden  on  such  a  day. 
There  is  no  danger,  that  I  well  know, 
I  am  no  stranger  where'er  I  go. 

To  those  Maying  in  this  field 
Strange  things  straying  are  revealed. 

Pan  is  piping,  hoofed  and  hairy, 

But  beware!   This  stranger, 
With  his  satyrs,  nature's  fairy, 

Lures  ye  unto  danger. 


Persephone  runs  off  and 
the  girls  follow. 

The  little  flowers  come 
dancing  around  Perse- 
phone. She  sits  in  their 
midst  and  plays  with 
them.  The  maidens  come 
running  up.  The  flowers 
run  off:  one  is  dropped 
and  lies  neglected. 


The  pipes  of  Pan  are 
heard  afar.  Persephone 
follows.  The  satyrs  come 
rollicking  in,  and  draw- 
the  maidens  away  from 
Persephone. 


The  Pipes  of  Pan  come  nearer  and  nearer.   /Is  he  dances  up  the  Satyrs  draw  the  maid- 
ens away. 

Pant  Unto  Pan  hearken,  lover  of  light, 

Ere  the  day  darkens,  when  cometh  night. 


Satyrs: 

To  Maident 


Maidens: 
Persephone; 

To  Pan 

Fan: 
Persephone: 

Heard,  Unseen 

Pan: 
Demeter: 


Folk  that  are  furry,  hoof,  hand  and  horn, 

Never  need  worry  since  they  are  born, 

We,  Pan's  gay  satyrs,  know  not  of  duty, 

To  us,  naught  matters,  but  pleasure  and  beauty. 

Come,  let  us  follow  these  fellows  strange. 
Up  hill,  down  hollow,  where'er  they  range. 

Stay,  once  more  smile  to  me;  shaggy  thy  coat. 
Pipe  here  awhile  to  me;  sweet  is  thy  note. 

If  thou  come  after,  then  I  can  play. 

Hear  the  brook's  laughter!    Follow  this  way. 

Pity!  Pan,  Pity!    I  am  afraid! 
This  is  the  city  of  darkness. 

Too  Late! 


They  run   off  laughing 

and  calling.      lie  returns. 


lie  leads  her  on. 
disappear. 

She   screams. 


They 


Demeter  comes  running. 
The  maidens  return. 


Where  is  my  daughter?    What  have  you  done?  They  search  helplessly. 

Run  to  the  water!     Search  one  by  one.  They  go  with  sorrow  and 

Back  whence  ye  came!     Soon  shall  I  serve  dejection. 
Ye  whom  I  blame,  as  ye  deserve! 


Demeter,  finding  a  withered  flower  that  Persephone  has  dropped,  picks  it  up^  and  car- 
ries it  tenderly  away.     The  flower  is  a  child.     Its  head  falls  back  again,  dropping. 


Demeter:         Dear  little  bloom,  with  which  she  played. 
In  what  dark  room  can  she  have  strayed. 
She  cannot  speak,  and  I  must  go 
To  those  less  weak,  who  all  things  know. 

Chorus:  Pluto,  with  the  darkness  shrouded, 

Steals  the  summer  weather, 
Now  with  storm  the  skies  are  clouded, 
Cold  and  dark  together. 

Wearing  winter's  mourning  white, 

Ceres  comes,  in  loring 
Freedom  from  her  winter's  night 

For  her  child  adoring. 

Demeter:         Come  Aphrodite!    Artemis,  come! 

Come  Hera,  mighty,  where  dost  thou  roam? 
Vesta!   Athena!    Would  it  were  shown  her 
Where  my  child  rests  her.  Come,  dear  Pomona! 
Spirits  of  water,  air  and  the  earth, 
Save  my  dear  daughter,  give  me  back  mirth. 


Demeter:         Queen  of  the  Powers  of  this  heavenly  city 
End  my  sad  hours;  on  a  mother  take  pity. 

Hera :  Knowest  thou  not  that  over  the  earth 

After  the  hot  days  comes  winter  dearth? 
Thy  child,  the  summer,  must  fade  away, 
Till,  a  new-comer,  once  more  shines  May. 

Demeter:         Thou  of  the  crystal  mind,  of  the  fair  face, 

Can'st  thou  my  daughter  find,  strayed  from  this 
place? 

Athena :  Thoughts  more  bewildering  busy  my  hours 

Than  of  lost  children,  gathering  flowers. 


She   goes.      The   chorus 
appears,  singing. 


Demeter  returns,  wander- 
ing and  distrait.  At  last 
she  "calls  upon  the  god- 
desses, and  they  enter,  in 
answer  to  their  names, 
each  with  her  symbol  of 
office  and  in  characteris- 
tic fashion,  through  the 
windows  of  the  facade, 
which  represents  their 
Olympian  abodes. 

Kneeling  to  Hera,  who 
is  disdainful. 


Demeter  goes  beseech- 
ingly to  Athena,  who 
turns  away  preoccupied. 


Demeter:         Artemis,  swift  to  run,  search  for  my  daughter 
Everywhere  'neath  the  sun,  on  land  or  water. 

Artemis:          Never  with  motherhood  would  I  be  laden. 

Mayhap  some  other  could  find  thee  thy  maiden. 

Demeter:         Maiden  that  tends  the  flame,  night's  gentle  sun, 
Hark  to  the  deed  of  shame  Pluto  hath  done — 

Vesta :  1  nave  mV  lamps  to  tend;  ask  me  no  more. 

Only  so  night  I  mend;  go,  I  implore. 

Demeter:       o>  Aphrodite! 

Imploring 

Aphrodite:       Aim,  Eros,  aim! 

Unheeding          Thy  shot  is  mighty;  merry  this  game. 

Demeter:         O,  Goddess,  hear  me!    Thee,  1  implore! 
Aphrodite:       Come  thou  not  near  me!    Eros,  once  more! 

Helen*  Say>  does  he  love  me»  or  love  me  not? 

Love  cannot  move  me!    Oh!  I  am  shot! 
Thetis*  ''  t00'  am  wounded,  but  must  not  tell, 

Persis:  My  knell  has  sounded,  too!   Comrades,  farewell. 

Vera*  Venus  and  Cupid  shoot  as  they  will. 

The  heart  is  stupid  that  they  cannot  kill. 

Alethea:          Break  thy  bow,  cruel  boy,  shoot  not  again. 
Love  to  me  is  no  joy,  but  it  is  pain. 

Demeter:         Tnou  art  not  g°ddess  of  loving,  but  scorn 
Naught  thy  heart's  moving. 

Aphrodite:       Back  to  thy  corn, 

Let  thy  care  harvest  be, 
No  more  dare  trouble  me — 

Chorus:  Li8nt  °'  loye  is  Aphrodite, 

She  will  never  hear  thee, 
Hast  thou  no  friend  that  is  mighty 
To  stand  strong  and  near  thee? 

Everywhere  apathy, 

Scorn  and  disdain, 
Yet  cometh  sympathy, 

Sharer  of  pain. 

Pomona:          Goddesses!   Shame  upon  your  powers  that  smite 
A  grieving  mother  with  long  winter  night. 
Her  daughter  was  with  Pluto  all  this  while 
And,  mourning  her,  she  could  not  eat  or  smile, 
Naught  but  the  pomegranate  did  she  taste, 
And  that  has  her  in  my  protection  placed. 
To  Pluto  his  great  realm,  but  unto  me 
Full  power  in  my  small  kingdom;  of  the  tree 
Where  pomegranates  ripen  under  skies 
As  blue  and  starry  as  this  maiden's  eyes 
For  whom  I  plead;  nay,  for  whom  I  command. 
For  when  she  touched  that  sweet  fruit  with  her  hand 
Under  my  jurisdiction  then  she  came, 


is   is  scornful. 


Vesta  waves  her  off. 


Demeter  approaches 
Aphrodite,  by  (whose  side 
stands  Eros,  who  shoots 
arrows  into  the  group  of 
maidens,  who  are  play- 
ing with  flowers  at  some 
distance. 


Apart,  the  companions 
of  Persephone  tell  for- 
tunes on  flower  petals; 
each  is  wounded  in  turn 
and  runs  o>ff,  laughing, 
silent,  or  weeping,  in  turn. 


Demeter  sinks  down  in 
utter  discouragement.  The 
chorus  sings. 


Pomona  comes  slowly 
forward  from  her  pome- 
granate-tree in  the  dis- 
tance, touches  and  raises 
Demeter.  She  speaks  now 
to  her;  now  to  the  god- 
desses. 


And  I  am  merciful  to  her,  and  name 

Her  free  to  meet  her  mother  in  what  clime 

The  pomegranate  grows,  at  any  time. 

The  power  of  endless  summer  is  my  gift, 

And  I  have  sympathy  and  love  enough  to  lift 

From  sweet  Persephone  her  winter  state 

And  from  a  mother's  heart  its  load  too  great. 

Thy  daughter  tasted  pomegranates.     She 

Is  under  their  sweet  spell  and  may  go  free 

Wherever  pomegranates  grow  and  bear. 

My  hand-maid,  San  Diego  guards  them,  where 

Thou  mayst  have  thy  daughter  all  the  year 

Nor  aught  of  cold  or  winter  ever  fear. 

But  now  we  must  to  Pluto's  realm  take  flight, 

And  against  darkness  wage  our  war  of  light. 


The  scene  shifts  and  she 
leads  Demeter  to  the 
pomegranate  tree. 


INTERLUDE,  THE  AUDIENCE  FOLLOWS 

Pomona  and  Demeter  approach  the  land  of  shadows.  Persephone  is  seen  alone,  with 
a  hand  mirror  striving  to  catch  some  ray  of  outer  sunlight.  She  is  downcast,  and  closely 
guarded  by  shadows  under  the  vines  and  shrubs  of  the  court. 


Persephone:    How  have  I  changed!    This  mirror  shows  to  me 
Not  one  that  ranged  so  happy  and  care-free 
Here  in  the  dark,  where  it  is  always  night — 
What  is  that?     Hark!    Oh,  see,  it  is  the  light! 


Demeter: 

Persephone: 

Demeter: 

Pomona: 


San  Diego: 
Chorus: 


I  cannot  bear  to  have  it  so, 
Shadows,  be  fair  and  let  her  go. 

Oh!  mother,  'tis  my  grief,  not  yours,  is  great 
'Tis  only  dark  since  motherless  I  wait. 

Dear,  lightiis  only  thy  warm  hair  of  gold, 

1  have  been  lonely  through  darkness  and  cold. 

Dear  troubled  sister,  I  with  rescue  come, 

Soon  may'st  thou  lead  thy  daughter  once  more 

home, 

My  hand-maid,  San  Diego,  guards  this  tree 
And  she  shall  rescue  sweet  Persephone. 
Come,  sunbeams,  from  this  city  of  the  sun, 
And  win  the  battle  for  me,  one  by  one. 
Sunbeam  with  shadow  and  then  all  together, 
Win  victory  for  Ceres  and  bright  weather. 
Come,  San  Diego,  call  thine  armies  gay, 
Where  thou  art  present,  it  is  always  day. 

Come,  little  rays  of  light,  feared  by  the  dark, 
Born  where  the  days  are  bright,  follow  and  hark. 
Leave  your  flower  meadows,  quick  with  me  wend 
From  the  sour  shadows  save  our  sweet  friend. 

San  Diego,  sunny  region 

Marshals  on  her  peaceful  meadows 
All  her  sunbeam  armies  legion 

'Gainst  the  onslaught  of  the  shadows. 

Across  the  years, 

O  summer  city, 
Come,  end  her  fears, 

Her  grieving  pity. 

Darkness,  however,  frown  you 

With  light,  they  drive  you  far 
With  floods  of  light  they  drown  you, 

With  sunbeams  win  their  war. 


She  sees  her  mother  ap- 
proaching and  holds  her 
hands  out  to  her,  but  the 
shadows  hold  her  back. 


Again  the  shadows  hold 
her  back. 

Pomona  comes  forward. 


San  Diego  appears  and 
marshals  the  sunbeams: 
a  troop  of  children  in 
bright  yellow  costumes. 


The  fight  begins  and  is 
waged  with  varying  for- 
tunes until  at  last  the  sun- 
beams win. 


Mother  Demeter, 

Sing  with  the  lark, 
Light  is  the  sweeter 

After  the  dark. 

As  stars  fade  in  light 

So  dark  fades  in  the  sun. 
Fear  now  is  delight 

And  grieving  is  done. 

My  prayers  are  strong  and  all  is  done. 
No  dark  or  wrong  can  hide  the  sun. 

Let  all  your  poppies  dance  with  every  breeze 
While  turquoise  skies  gaze  on  sapphire  seas, 
Let  mellow  bells  ring  out  from  storied  tower 
And  toll  as  through  the  centuries,  each  prayer-hour 
Beads  of  the  hours,  a  wondrous  rosary 
That  time  still  tells,  beside  the  chanting  sea. 
Demeter  now  hath  her  sweet  child  again 
And  all  her  motherhood  of  ripened  grain. 
And  now  Poseidon's  sundered  oceans  meet 
In  magic,  east  and  west,  and  white  ships  greet 
The  summer's  child  in  harbor  of  the  sun. 
The  winning  of  Persephone  is  done. 

Pomona,  Demeter  and  Persephone  dance  together  rejoicing. 


Pomona: 

TO  San  Diego. 


Dc.mctcr  and  Prrsc- 
phone,  during  the  singing, 
kneel  to  Pomona,  who 
raises  them.  The  three. 


(Efoo 


The  scene  shifts  to  the  tennis  courts,  with  the  bay  in  the  background, 
representing  the  city  of  San  Diego.  There  follows  an  historical  series  of 
dances  portraying  the  development  of  San  Diego,  from  its  beginning  to 
the  present  time. 


Old  Spanish  dances, 

Come  back  again, 
Dark  maids,  bright  glances, 

Castles  in  Spain. 

Soul-deep  in  visions, 

Knee-deep  in  bloom, 
Way  for  our  missions, 

Reverence  and  room! 

From  towers,  age-yellow, 

Echo  and  chime, 
Lovely  and  mellow, 

Float  down  through  time. 

Sapphires  are  sky  and  sea, 

Opals,  the  flowers, 
Ye  are  a  rosary, 

Gems  of  the  hours. 

Green  cactus  wardens, 

Armed  with  the  thorn, 
Guard  our  wild  gardens 

From  night  till  morn. 

Sentinels  single, 

Eucalyptus  and  palm, 
Keep  our  school  ingle 

From  harbor  harm. 

One  with  its  windy  motion; 

One,  with  its  sunlit  spray, 
Ocean  is  met  with  ocean, 

Along  a  narrow  way. 

A  wide  world's  exposition 
At  westering  of  the  sun 

Declares  the  Soul's  decision 
That  light  and  growth  are  one. 


./    Mexican-Spanish   dance  is  given. 

The  Fathers  enter,  accompanied  by  their  Indian 
con-verts  and  ring  the  bells  of  the  Campanile. 

The  poppies  dance.  The  school  garden  is  rep- 
resented. The  thorny  cactus  is  a  refuge  for  the 
birds.  The.  palm  tree  is  shown  ami  the  eucalyp- 
tus. They  blow  in  the  wind  and  shelter  the 
birds. 


The  Atlantic  ocean  is  shown,  dressed  in  stormy 
gray,  and  accompanied  by  the  breezes.  The  Pa- 
cific, dressed  in  blue,  is  accompanied  by  the  sun- 
shine. There  follows  the  dance  of  the  wind  and 
of  the  sun.  The  oceans,  at  opposite  sides  of  the 
tennis  court,  then  enter,  each  her  end  of  the  canal, 
which  is  made  up  of  a  series  of  locks,  a  double 
file  of  the  whole  cast,  in  costume  of  the  different 
parts.  Gates  are  opened  and  closed  for  the  en- 
trances of  the  oceans  to  the  different  locks.  -The 
breezes  are  left  drooping  without  and  the  Atlantic 
discards  her  gray  robe  for  a  blue  one,  matching 
that  of  the  Pacific.  The  sunshine  follows,  and 
when  the  oceans  have  passed  through  the  canal 
and  come  to  the  seated  figure  of  the  exposition, 
the  sun  dances.  The  procession  then  forms, 
marches  and  masses  about  the  Exposition,  in  a 
final  tableau.  Then  follows  a  dance  between  the 
Seniors  and  Juniors,  the  roses  and  the  lilies.  The 
Juniors  present  the  Seniors  to  the  Alumnae,  who 
are  waiting  to  receive  them.  The  Epilogue  is 
read. 


These  are  your  daughters, 
Friends:    She  was  no  sweeter, 
Girlish  Persephone, 
Dear  to  Demeter. 
Even  so  you  love  them; 
They  are  like  flowers, 
Bright  their  school  hours, 
Here  by  the  waters, 
Blue  heavens  above  them, 
Yonder,  the  blue  sea. 


Love  them  the  more,  pray, 
For  this  our  out-door  day. 


Sing  one  and  all  within  our  garden, 

By  sentinels  of  palm  and  pine, 
Beneath  our  eucalyptus  warden, 

Our  beacon  and  our  sign. 

Campus  and  court  and  study-arbor, 

Low,  classic  walls  and  chapel  dim; 
Sun-golden  breezes  from  the  harbor 

Mingle  with  the  morning  hymn. 

Lily  and  rose  and  vine,  sweet  rover, 

Poppies  and  classes  by  the  bay; 
Four  years  of  school  are  quickly  over, 

Like  the  bird's  flight  and  away. 

More  than  our  lessons  we  were  learning 

By  canyon  deep  and  white  arcade, 
Our  thoughts  shall  oft  be  backward  turning 

To  these  old  friendships  made. 

Then  sing  to  all  our  school  and  classes,  Juniors 

Give  our  Seniors  each  the  cheer,  sing  alone. 

As  she  from  Alma  Mater  passes; 
We  shall  follow  them  next  year. 

As  alumnae,  may  they  ever 

Workers  in  the  wide  world  be, 
Failing  in  their  service  never, 

Stronger  for  this  memory. 


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